Alone in Ecstasy: His Private Ritual

The room is his temple, his body the altar. He stands before a mirror, his reflection a silent partner in his private worship. His hands, like supplicants, trace the lines of his body, igniting sparks of pleasure. He takes his cock in hand, offering it to the image before him, his movements fluid, reverent. His hips move in a dance as old as time, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He feels the familiar tension building, his body yearning for release. With a final, shuddering cry, he offers his tribute, his seed spilling forth, a sacred gift to his reflection.

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